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Sep 2013
She could not forget those behind bolted doors
(it was hard and heartless without those behind bolted doors),
she had heard the pitter patter and the quiet footsteps
of time that robbed and stole endless days of fun  
it was the one treasure and unseen barrier
she could not walk through the open doors
'Memories will float like dusty leaves  
on the windy way where paths made now were seldom warm'
cmy
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